Letter

Halloween makes people uncomfortable. Some can’t handle all the costumes, all the candy, all the frat parties named with terrible rhymes. But others get into it.
October 27, 2011 at 2:53 am

Lists are like crack to organized girls. We can add to them indefinitely and make them look elegant and important with curly handwriting.
October 20, 2011 at 1:48 am

I had big plans for Fall Break. I wanted to go to Vegas. I had visions of flaunting my legality. I would sit at a slot machine, shmooze with Cher and sneak into the Real World suite at the Palms. Then Yom Kippur happened. With a last name like Goodman, I knew I couldn’t spend the holiest day of the year parading around with would–be Vegas showgirls.
October 13, 2011 at 3:45 am

When I was a kid I would devour Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul. I would sit in my bathtub and soak for hours, reading and re–reading stories of broken hearts and bones, tales of ‘tough stuff’ and tragedies. I think it stemmed from a typical t(w)eenage yearning to know what’s really up with our peers.
September 29, 2011 at 2:37 am

My first concert was a really sweaty My Chemical Romance set at the Downtown in Farmingdale, New York.
September 22, 2011 at 1:06 am

Being Google–able sucks. We crazy college kids can’t really do stupid stuff anymore. Well, that’s not true.
September 15, 2011 at 3:38 am

As most wrestled with the rained–out Quad activities on Saturday, I was knee deep in New Orleans. No, I wasn't going through Mardi Gras withdrawal.
April 21, 2011 at 2:03 am

If you're reading this at all you're probably just, like soooo totally flungover (haha puns are just the best!) in bed on Sunday evening and are reflecting back on the 48 (or 72… or 96+) hours of flingin' flangin' fun you forgot to remember.
April 14, 2011 at 2:09 am

Penn has taught me a lot about the idea of the “best.” Best way to accidentally spill your friends’ secrets?
April 7, 2011 at 3:21 am

As an English major who has never taken a finance/marketing/management/advertising/Wharton–mumble–jumble class, I'm simply business–talk inept.
March 31, 2011 at 1:59 am

Nobody really watched Skins. You know, that MTV teen drama that was spawned from the brilliant British version.
March 24, 2011 at 3:06 am

I am no fashionista. My mom picked out my first birthday dress (white lace), my Bat Mitzvah dress (pink raw silk), my prom dress (white lace again) and even my first college formal dress (tight and black). Luckily, with seven female roommates, I have live–in style gurus.
March 23, 2011 at 1:40 am

Back in kindergarten we made refrigerator magnets. I decorated mine with rhinestones, purple swirls and sequins.
March 17, 2011 at 2:57 am

In honor of Street’s second annual Fiction Issue, I’ll now take you on a journey back to my adolescence.
February 24, 2011 at 2:30 am

There’s nothing better, homier or more comforting than coming home from a loooong day and curling up in front of my TV.
February 17, 2011 at 3:51 am

I’m in love. I’m hopelessly, maddeningly in love with a tin box on 38th Street. What holds grip of my heart, you ask?
February 16, 2011 at 1:21 pm

The stretch of Spruce from 40th to 41st Street is a black hole. I've walked down this block at least once a day over the past year and a half and I’ve learned a thing or two.
February 10, 2011 at 4:28 am

Last Wednesday night, we all prayed for a snow day. Whenever shrieks were heard over intercoms and through hallways, someone would jump and dial 898–MELT.
February 3, 2011 at 2:17 am

There’s that scene in (admittedly, my favorite movie) Can’t Hardly Wait when a few tech geeks surround a computer and wait desperately for Internet porn to load.
January 27, 2011 at 2:57 am

I’m a sentimental, sappy, bear your soul in an '80s love song kind of girl. I hate to admit it and despite donning a coffee–drinking sarcastic shell, I’m really just made up of unicorns, hearts and bubble letters. That being said, one might easily anticipate my reaction to the abroaders’ epic homecoming.
January 20, 2011 at 12:34 am